The responsibility to clean up the mess, the consequences left behind from a war dating further back before even the ancient times on Earth, is now placed on the shoulders of poor kids. Would they surrender to fate and pass down what still unsolved to the next generation, or could they end all of those, despite that destiny has never been on their side? The ghosts of war, insanity, hatred, and regrets can eradicate them, just as those who came before them were consumed. And now, they will hide, and run in the dark, and wait till death gets to them...
!WARNING! The story contains elements of violence, obsession/trauma, physical and mental torture, depiction of bloody/gory scenes, massacre, blasphemy/insults to beliefs, etc... The details in the story are entirely of my own imagination, not related to or inspired by any real events. Any historical or religious details are completely made up and can NOT apply to real life.
Stay with us - Straykids OT8 Fanfiction - Shapeshifter AU
28 parts Ongoing
28 parts
Ongoing
-Shapeshifter Au-
Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café.
Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight?
With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway.
Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work.
You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café.
Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward.
You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground.
A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders.
He turned around and you recognized him right away.
His eyes. His hair. His freckles.
Felix was standing right in front of you.